"Pah, if it weren't for your jealousy toward her, your framing of her, your inability to tolerate her, would she have left the residence in the middle of the night? She's not stupid." Granted, Old Lady Cao's guess wasn't far off—the reason Cao Lingling was afraid was precisely because Yang Chuxia couldn't stand her.
"Don't be shameless, old woman. What right does your granddaughter have to be the object of my jealousy? Am I jealous of her flirtatiousness, or am I jealous of her inability to stay at home? Don't talk about whether I can or cannot tolerate her. That's my house. Living in my house, if I want to tolerate her, then it's out of pity for her; if I don't want to tolerate her, she should have left earlier."
